Looking for God in every-day places

And the day was a poem

So, the other morning the sky was that fantastic combination of charcoal cumulus clouds to the front, and bright, unsuspecting blue behind me. My friend Kathi a little further north was thanking God via Facebook for the rain, and here in my town the wind was all blowy with promise.

I was on my way to church for the first time in a few weeks (ironic, considering I am a member of the clergy. But life has been just One Damned Thing After Another and I couldn’t cope.) The Fiat windows and top were down, no one was on the road, and I looked forward to seeing dear friends.

Thanks to the miracle of iTunes, I was able to choose the perfect music: Canon and Gigue, For 3 Violins & Continuo in D Major (more familiarly “Pachelbel’s Canon”.) Okay, I know it has become a cliche, but IT’S SO LOVELY. So lovely. (And by the way, you need a version that’s not too fast. It’s not supposed to be perky, damn it.) I felt like I was in a movie: it was a perfect combination of audio and visual.

Then, because sometimes I like to listen to my bazillion songs alphabetically, just as I turned the corner to downtown, I was hit by Carry On, Wayward Son. My heart soared up through the open roof of the car. The perfect soundtrack for the moment.

I thought of my dear friend Br. Curtis, who likes to quote Thich Nhat Hanh: “Breathing in, I calm body and mind. Breathing out, I smile. Dwelling in the present moment, I know this is the only moment.” (from Being Peace). Yes. Amen.